Its only a name I suppose, Montchavin. And a great spot - big open bowl with a couple short bumps, steeps & gullies. Poetic irony though to have shared the chairlift up with a couple of ski-blinged Essex guttermouths.
We only had a half day, knackered, and Rich recovering from his vom freakery in the witching hour. Still, we rode pretty hard & non-stop around L'Arpette for 3 or 4 hours, mostly in the big bowl below Crozat, which had fantastic soft snow and plenty of terrain to play around on - more or less all to ourselves too, crazy Euros just seem to want to cruise piste.
Popped over towards Dos Rond, over the boarder cross, then a hilarious descent into the trees. Deep, sugary, untracked, and even fun if you keep your tip up & arc your turns. Boards off twice, though, eventually clambering down to a skidoo trail or road & walking out to the Carroley chair. Definitely had that one to ourselves!
Had to skidaddle quick to get last lifts back. Piled from l'Arpette to Bellecote in 6 or 7 mins for last lift up & back to Plagne.
La Mine bar in 1800 seemed more lively than the centre, and was worth a pint - even if it was full of Brit ski knobs.
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